PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO READ THIS SHORT SHORT NOTE!!!
Alright. This is somewhat of an FF7 crossover, containing Cid and Cloud. The story itself is about a young woman who discovers it is up to her to save Djose from total destruction (like all FF games/stories right?). There is a cycle that has taken place since the beginning of time where evil would be born every 20 years and so would the person who could destroy them. The person who would defeat Jhaku (the demon cycle man himself) would be given the power of the light which was the only source that could kill him.
This story is full of many twists and turns and there are parts that have you reading faster just to find out what happens. Please at least read to the end of chapter 3 because i PROMISE you that thats where it starts to get good.
NOTE: Aeris is not AERITH from FF7, she is mine own origonal charactor
(disclaimer: i dont own Cloud and Cid, but i do however own the origonal charactors...especially Jhaku...I 3 him...XD)
Prelude
Striker paced the marble floors of the top of the tower where the Crystal of Humanity was held safe. His footsteps echoed in the vast chamber, creating an endless noise. Earlier that morning he had sent a message to the inhabitants of Djose, stating that fighters were needed once more, in the battle against Jhaku. It was an endless cycle, and this would be the second time Striker would have to fight that powerful demon. Striker had earlier glanced at the Mirror of Knowing and saw someone who's destiny was entangled with Jhaku's. Jhaku was a dark ruler who had fallen long before, but had begun to rise once again. Or at least was on the verge of rising. It was the cycle of Djose. Every twenty years would the evil be reborn.
Striker awoke with a fright, gripping his pillow, fingers clawing into it's lace. His heart pounded in his chest, forehead drenched with sweat. His breathing was strong and fast. He sat upright, hanging his legs off the side of the bed post, trying to calm his nerves.
Striker had just had a dream…No, no a vision sent from Jhaku. He was sure about it. In the vision there was a horrid scene. People scrambling for their lives, children crying, and Djose finally under His power. He shook his head. 'This cannot be.' He thought to himself even though he knew that it was and is. But the vision he had was not the worst part. No. There was a chilling message that still gave Striker shivers, even though he, now, was wide awake. It was almost a poem, a riddle, but either way he knew its meaning.
From time and time again
You fought me 'till the end
Lucky, have you been
But now all is at an end.
No longer is defeat
Certain on your part
May the souls of the dead
Twist and grind your heart.
This time it will not
Be only me who creates
Those vile nightmares that
Keep the screaming dead awake.
Simple words they seem to be
But powerful with sin
The words that will keep you up
"It devours from within."
He had been receiving visions directly from Jhaku in his sleep. The most recent were the most daunting. He knew that he needed to inform the people of Djose, but he couldn't bring himself to put the people in terror. It wasn't right. Djose was in danger, and every living thing on it was doomed to a fate worse than death.
Striker walked over to the oversized window and gazed out at the horizon. The sun was just beginning to peak it's golden head above Djose. The sky was painted in soft pinks and purples, with dabs of blue and red. Off in the distance, the moon was barely visible, but bright enough to be seen as a crescent. He switched his gaze to the Ramairlo Sea, crystal waters shimmering sunlight, reflecting the golden beams back to land. He sighed solemnly knowing that this beauty will soon be at an end. Unless fate decided otherwise.
"No way." Cloud protested. "Nuh uh."
"We need her."
"Yeah? And what about all those other people we need? I don't mind retrieving her but you can't make me go all the way to Tajima with her." He glanced over at a girl who was merrily skipping and singing, in her own little world.
"You will do as I say."
"Why don't you go? Or at least keep her here…"
"Because I need to guard the crystal, and I'm not leaving that to you." Striker looked back at the girl who continued to sing happily and dance. "Besides. It might be fun." He nudged Cloud's arm playfully, in attempt to make him smile. Cloud glared intensely at Striker. At that point, Rayne entered the vast main hall, everything was marbled an off white shade. Mystie stopped dancing in respect to her friend who was a legend in her own mind. She bowed when the woman of high power swayed gracefully by her.
Rayne was a jinaia demoness. A jinaia demoness was a faerie demon with great power that took human form. She was also immortal and last of her kind. Being nearly 800 years old, she had wisdom beyond any living things years. Taking human form, she appeared to be only somewhere in her mid thirties. So, she had fought against Jhaku for many moon cycles, and had come accustomed to his way of fighting, and his train of thought.
Rayne showed little emotion at all, but she wasn't exactly boring. Nor was she very talkativeRayne only spoke when she thought was necessary, and small chat was never necessary, but a waste of time. She, being a master black magic, the young girl of twenty looked up to her. Mystie herself could cast spells with great force, but never as accurate or with such force as Rayne herself.
The jinaia demoness stopped in front of Cloud. "You will go whether it pleases you or not," she said in no specific tone. Before Cloud could argue, she continued. "I expect you to be back within a week. Take extreme caution to both of you. Don't start anything or-" she looked at Cloud, "Try to finish anything. Understood? And Mystie, be aware of your cloak at all times. If somebody found out…" Mystie nodded without response. They didn't need another accident. Rayne turned and left the room, her raven-colored gown trailing behind her.
Striker sighed. "Violetta has a meal prepared for you, and a satchel of jin for any items you may need. Good luck, and remember, be discrete. And by the way, you will be traveling on foot, so don't bother the horses in the stalls."
"Are you serious?" Cloud asked annoyed. "Why?" He folded his arms across his chest awaiting an answer. Striker pinched the bridge of his nose, tired of quarrelling with his companion.
"Because where you are to go is where many of crazy, er, poor people live. We aren't risking to loose another horse. Now get going."
They headed off south to Tajima. They were on foot; Cloud quickened his pace to try and leave Mystie behind. She only sped up herself and began, "Don't be so down! This could be loads of fun." She twirled happily.
"Yeah." he replied sarcastically. "Loads."
